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Lesley Harrison lives and works on the Angus coast. In her writing, she explores how it is to live at the southern, temperate edge of a much colder northern world. She has held writing residencies in Greenland, Iceland and Svalbard. Drawing from archives, folk myth and cultural memory as well as her own explorations and experience, her poetry and prose make real our negotiation with, and our constant striving to give meaning and scale to, this unstable and ultimately unknowable space. She is a member of the North Sea Poets collective - northseapoets.com.
December 15, 2025

‘The Northern Line’

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Poetry London

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Writing with Ghosts

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‘Do Birds Sing?’

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Orkney International Science Festival 2025

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‘The Fog House’ (NSP substack, 16th May 2025)

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NSP online poetry workshop, Mon 23 June 7.30pm BST

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Rabelais, WS Graham and the Northeast Passage

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DISAPPEARANCE

DISAPPEARANCE     [extract]

I must have disturbed him when I came up the companion .… He was unapproachable, as a misfit should be.
– Donald Crowhurst, logbook of the Teighnmouth Electron. 29th January 1969.

 

[…]
How, singlehanding in a bad storm,
light-poor, deprived of sleep, beyond isolation

and fatigue as the boat took a beating
shedding green tons, letting the dark in

through shuddering deck boards;
working at waking, the tiller jammed hard

at his side while the boat leaned and leaned,
the second up front, watching the sea’s sliding surface

as it brimmed and fell while he nursed the boat across
great holes that closed and opened

beside them, the two of them watching for minutes
as the storm fretted and at last began

to fail, the boat butting forward, correcting its roll
in small calms, riding weightless

as the surface formed
itself and held, the wind sighing

in one vast outbreath,
and then he was alone again.

 

From Disappearance : North Sea Poems, publ. Shearsman, 2020.

[Photo from Bas Jan Ader: In Search of the Miraculous, by Door Jan Verwoert. MIT Press, 2006.]

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